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第 7 頁
... the authenticity of these poems . His ignorance of the Gaelic , and the consequent futility of his etymological remarks , are there ably exposed . by the help of my friends , several fragments || A PRELIMINARY DISCOURSE . 7 Preface.
... the authenticity of these poems . His ignorance of the Gaelic , and the consequent futility of his etymological remarks , are there ably exposed . by the help of my friends , several fragments || A PRELIMINARY DISCOURSE . 7 Preface.
第 9 頁
... friends of my youth , ye soft- sounding voices of Cona , bend from your gold - ting'd clouds , and join me in my song . A mighty blaze is kindled in my soul . I hear a powerful voice . It says , ' Seize thy beam of glory , O bard ! for ...
... friends of my youth , ye soft- sounding voices of Cona , bend from your gold - ting'd clouds , and join me in my song . A mighty blaze is kindled in my soul . I hear a powerful voice . It says , ' Seize thy beam of glory , O bard ! for ...
第 11 頁
... friend , ' I replied , ' Ossian , the son of Fingal , ' then sunk upon his aged breast . Our flowing tears mingled ... friend of the distressed . The difference , in many material circum- stances , between these two descriptions of , as ...
... friend , ' I replied , ' Ossian , the son of Fingal , ' then sunk upon his aged breast . Our flowing tears mingled ... friend of the distressed . The difference , in many material circum- stances , between these two descriptions of , as ...
第 30 頁
... friendship , with the English . The similarity of manners and language , the traditions concerning their common origin , and , above all , their having to do with the same enemy , created a free and friendly in- tercourse between the ...
... friendship , with the English . The similarity of manners and language , the traditions concerning their common origin , and , above all , their having to do with the same enemy , created a free and friendly in- tercourse between the ...
第 35 頁
... friendship , love , and heroism , may possibly be found to prevail in a rude state of society , no one can say . Astonishing instances of them we know , from history , have sometimes appeared : and a few characters , distinguished by ...
... friendship , love , and heroism , may possibly be found to prevail in a rude state of society , no one can say . Astonishing instances of them we know , from history , have sometimes appeared : and a few characters , distinguished by ...
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第 85 頁 - Whence are thy beams, () sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course?
第 43 頁 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
第 85 頁 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
第 82 頁 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!
第 57 頁 - The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
第 85 頁 - Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
第 55 頁 - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
第 108 頁 - Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings: the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee: they bathe thy lovely hair....
第 108 頁 - ... in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee : they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam...
第 109 頁 - Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!